A Blessing, A Curse

It begins AS a murmur.

A heartbeat TOO loud,

a feeling TOO deep,

a cosmos TOO immense.

You cradle it ALL.

The sorrow that isn’t YOURS,

the joy that doesn’t belong,

the gravity of a thousand silent elegies.

(You wonder—)

Would it ache LESS to feel

LESS—just a breath LESS?

To hush the echoes,

to dim the blaze,

surrender to the gentle haze of existence?

But—

You are the SEER.

The tremble in a timbre,

the radiance in the oft-overlooked.

You see color where others see GRAY.

You LOVE audaciously where others falter.

You CARE—deeply—even when it unravels you.

And that, dear,

is NOT fragility.

That is fire wrapped in ravishing GRACE,

fortitude cloaked in velvet tenderness,

a swoon-worthy symphony of SOUL.

YES, the world may never quite notices

how your heart grieves

for wonders it’s never touched.

But still,

You LOVE.

You BELIEVE.

You ENDURE.

(And that is NO ordinary thing.)

So HOLD on.

One day, someone will behold

the ocean within YOU—

its depth,

its sorcery,

the FERAL beauty

of feeling everything.

And they will call it—

HOME.